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Sir, she is mortal; But by immortal Providence she's mine: I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, nor thought I had one. She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before ...
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have cursed them without cause.
No, my dear'st love, I would not for the world.
We wish your peace.
This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly.
Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father and a wife Makes this place Paradise.
This is a most majestic vision, and Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold To think these spirits?
I warrant you sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver.
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion. Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust, to take away The edge of that day's celebration When ...
I do believe it Against an oracle.
A thousand thousand!
Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
My mistress, dearest; And I thus humble ever.
Wherefore weep you?
O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound And crown what I profess with kind event If I speak true! if hollowly, invert What best is boded me to mischief! I Beyond all limit of what else i' the world Do love, prize, honour you.
I am in my condition A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; I would, not so!--and would no more endure This wooden slavery than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your ...
Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never ...
No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you-- Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers-- What is your name?
No, precious creature; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.
O most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.
There be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task Would be as heavy to me as odious, but The mistress which I serve quickens what's ...
So they are; My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once ...
No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power.
No, as I am a man.
O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.
Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain.
A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid ...
The ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and ...